Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.